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Thursday, May 29, 2008

Sleep

A poem written with the worries of tomorrow in mind.
Sleep means tomorrow will come Do I want it? Do I want it all? Tomorrow has too many possibilities. Too many things to say Too many things to pray For one more day in good standing One more day without blunder Today was today-in all its glory I know what today held. I do not know tomorrow.

2 comments:

  1. i love this. when we fall asleep, we know we're going to wake up to the worries of the next day in what seems like an instant. but there's nothing we can do about it. tomorrow comes.

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  2. Thank you so much Brad. Tomorrow is such a difficult word. Never knowing which way it will lead you is funny, but I guess that's how life works.

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